Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.